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 Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 2:48 pm
I am sure many of us are inspired by what we see and what we do enough that we write it down. Sometimes when we write it down, it turns out to be the beginning of a poem or the poem itself (completed). So, you crafty, beautiful, unique, creative girls. Share your poetry with the rest of us! We are all dying to read it, no matter what it may be about.
If you would like critiqued, just say so! Also, telling us what inspired you to write it will help us understand as well!
Get busy writing, girls! Let your imagination know no bounds~☼
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 3:38 pm
This is actually something I wrote two years ago and submitted on Gaia in the Writer's Arena. This poem was not inspired by my life but it was inspired by my imagination and how I always wanted my legs to entangled with another persons while we laid on my bed, holding each other, talking of our aspirations of the future.
We use to spend days,
Intertwined,
Beneath the sheets of my,
Bed,
A blanket forming a canopy,
over our heads,
Summer, ripe and hot,
Sweat dripping from our faces,
Yet,
We’d hide there,
Together,
Forgetting the world outside,
There was nothing beyond that bed,
No sun, No earth, No sky,
Just us,
Sticky in summer,
Beneath the sheets of my bed,
Intertwined,
When we use to be together.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 6:21 pm
Aww, your poem makes me smile. That's something I've always wanted too. c:
I write down little scraps of fleeting thoughts that sometimes eventually bloom into poems all the time. Usually there's only two or three people I am comfortable sharing them with, but it's something I've been meaning to change for a while.
If I write anything I think is suitable for this guild, I'll try to have the courage to share. <3
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 6:49 pm
Pandrogyny Aww, your poem makes me smile. That's something I've always wanted too. c:
I write down little scraps of fleeting thoughts that sometimes eventually bloom into poems all the time. Usually there's only two or three people I am comfortable sharing them with, but it's something I've been meaning to change for a while.
If I write anything I think is suitable for this guild, I'll try to have the courage to share. <3
You should post. I know I am going to post about everything I write and sometimes, what I write, is pure crap on a stick. xD
I am glad it could make you smile!
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 7:10 pm
This poem was written yesterday for school. I didn't really have inspiration, it just came to me. It might have to deal with my old obsession of wanting someone to be close to someone. I have a guy friend who use to spend the night and sometimes he would sleep with me in my bed (my parents didn't mind because, well, they knew we weren't going to do anything). I really liked it when he spent the night, it might also deal with the fact I had a crush on him that was... unbelieved large. I love the boy to death, he just is incapable of returning the feelings. This poem has, really, only two things in common with me: the yearning of having someone in my bed with me (specific person) and the companionship I could only dream of included with the fear the the relationship falling apart due to any number of reasons.
I use to sleep on the bed,
Covering every bit of it that I could,
But then you came along,
And pressed your body into,
Half of what I had,
And claimed it as your territory,
Half of my bed,
Was yours,
At first,
I hated that I had lost,
Half of my own bed,
But I soon become comforted,
By your body against mine,
And a steady breath on my neck,
Tickling me as it passed,
And by that point,
I needed you there,
Taking up half of my bed,
And claiming it,
As your territory,
When you left me,
I couldn’t sleep anymore,
It wasn’t comfortable without you,
Pressed up against me,
And I hated it,
Having my whole bed again,
But after a while,
I grew accustomed,
To the emptiness with just me,
And I reclaimed my bed as,
My bed,
And slept across it again,
But sometimes,
I still leave your half open,
Your territory,
And act like you’re there,
Pressed up against me,
With a steady breath,
Blowing past my neck.
Any and all critiques are welcomed. Questions are good as well. I like to think about my writing and to be put on the spot.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 7:21 pm
asdfjkgwhuhh <3
Do you often write poems about the best little parts of love? haha.
Seriously. Having company in bed is one of my very favourite things. I hate sleeping alone. It's been a while though, and I miss it.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 7:25 pm
Pandrogyny asdfjkgwhuhh <3
Do you often write poems about the best little parts of love? haha.
Seriously. Having company in bed is one of my very favourite things. I hate sleeping alone. It's been a while though, and I miss it. I am not really sure. I guess I should post more poetry and see if there is a pattern of "little love" things in your eyes. Some of my poems are a little more philosophical, less imagery based. I like my philosophical ones, my teacher does not.
Being a creative writing major is fun but, sheesh, teachers can really bring you down.
Your comments just make me want to post more poetry!
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 7:42 pm
I went in search of some of my old poetry from last year, when I went into poetry mode again. I found one that actually made memories play before me like a silent film. This poem, to me, is pure with the love I felt for that boy and it's words do nothing but display the hope I had for us to be together.
I catch your stare,
And I wonder why you are looking at me,
With that intent look on your face,
You smile before looking up,
To the night sky,
You walk,
Feet fumbling,
But you keep a steady stride beside me,
Your fingers reach out,
And touch mine,
A slight dance,
Before they disappear,
At one point,
Your hand takes mine,
And holds it,
Before letting go again,
Our hands fumble like this,
Contently,
As you stare at the night sky,
and as I stare at the darkened, empty road ahead.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 10:58 pm
I'm sorry to hear that about your teacher. Their job is to help you grow and reach your potential through encouragement. pfft.
Here's something of mine. c:
Indecisive Little Circle
If we were lines, we'd be skew.
but we aren't lines. I am not a line.
I am a curve; bending, bending, becoming
a circle.
a circle asking you to circumnavigate it.
But you are a rebel concept disobeying
Euclid's diction. You leave tangent kisses
along my perimeter, make up your own formula
to calculate my area,
and trace me over and over and over
with guided hands as by compass.
You move on conquering segments of me
but never touch my center
and while Greek mathmaticians might be appalled,
I trust you to perfect my arcs
because you understand my complex geometry,
to a point.
.
hehe mathematical love poem. :B
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 7:29 am
A mathematical love poem. That's rather genius! It works so well too! It's a very good poem and the idea that it's a "mathematical love poem" is so freakin' cute. O w O Adorable!
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 4:32 pm
Hee, thanks! <3
I have a friend who writes poetry, and I aspire to be as brilliant as him. He makes me challenge myself with silly little tasks like that.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 10:17 pm
Pandrogyny Hee, thanks! <3
I have a friend who writes poetry, and I aspire to be as brilliant as him. He makes me challenge myself with silly little tasks like that.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 8:26 am
I would like to point out the fact,
That this is not what I wanted,
I asked for something more than this,
More than what you have given,
But I continue on,
Ignoring,
That you didn’t give me what I needed,
That you called it a day,
And left,
When you knew I needed you,
You told me at the tree,
Our tree,
That you were going to be there,
Long term,
But I suppose you and I,
Differ,
When it comes to definitions,
Take forever for instance,
For you it means,
Until I am bored,
For me it means,
Neverending, continous,
When you said you loved me,
at the tree,
Our tree,
I believed you,
When you said forever,
But a girl needs to learn,
Not to believe,
Everything a man will say,
Sometimes you will say things,
And not mean it,
Because there are other things,
On your mind,
Because you want something,
I am not willing to give,
Until you tell me that you love me,
Until I believe in what you say.
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